Chapter 62: Coquetry

“This was given by the Empress Dowager.”
Ye Chuiyun pushed the box toward Wen Yunmu. When Wen Yunmu opened it, she paused slightly, “Sheng Jinshen never told me about this.”
“She wouldn’t dare.” Ye Chuiyun said slowly, “The Empress Dowager giving me this hairpin is also a form of leverage.”
“To use me to control you?”
Xiao Hongluan was too indifferent to engage and simply turned away, calling for someone to carry Li Yi on their back. The group then continued toward the mountain ridge. Murong Yue glanced sideways and saw that Granny Hua had already lifted Zong Zhengke into her arms, pressing a fragrant, snow-white pill into his mouth.
After her mother left, Duo’er returned to the bedside and sat down. She drank a glass of water and then lay back down.
So, even with innate mastery at the ninth realm’s peak, without finding a Qi refining practitioner’s method to transform true energy, one would remain forever on the threshold of Qi refinement, never truly entering.
This tradition, which had lasted for centuries, was widely criticized, yet it undeniably spared many awkward introductions and opening pleasantries.
Spreading her hand seals, Shang Hao embraced the pill furnace with both hands, causing his true energy to surge. The furnace then seemed to erupt as a large amount of impurities were expelled.
Xu Rongfeng sized up the silver-masked man who had suddenly appeared before him, raising his long knife with a wary expression.
“Captain, thank you very much this time. I toast to you.” A team member, his face still marked by an unhealed wound, stepped forward respectfully to offer a drink.
As the liaison between the state and Maritime Industry, Ye Songtao once again appeared helplessly before Wang Hai. Yet the grandfather and grandson were equally speechless, for everyone already knew what needed to be done.
“Weren’t you just completely absorbed in what you saw?” Mo Yihen’s arm clamped around Su Qianling’s waist like iron tongs. His deep eyes gradually grew cold. Had he misjudged this girl so badly?
Zhao Wu glanced over the fields of Zheng Kingdom—after this war, countless farmers suddenly appeared in Zheng’s farmlands, as if the fields no longer produced crops but only farmers.
Now that he understood the truth on behalf of his mother, he could forgive his father for her, hoping that his parents could meet beneath the spring, free from any more suffering or hardship, so they could be together forever, never to be parted.
But just then, Yan Junli popped his head out from behind the door, “What are you staring at? Stop daydreaming and get back to work!” Then he disappeared from sight.
Shen Jingyi couldn’t help but admire this garden. Though not as grand as the Xie family estate in Jinling, it was still thoughtfully arranged here in Yangzhou.
Miaoyu before him was irresistibly tempting, especially to a vigorous young man like Yang Jiutian.
Though constructed entirely of cold metal from head to toe, it felt strikingly real. The posture and movements were so lifelike that it seemed as if such a creature truly existed in the world. At this moment, the scene before Yun Ying reminded him of the beast swarm attacks he had encountered in the camp.
But this was not the main issue. More importantly, whether due to some influence, he unexpectedly provoked people everywhere, unlike his father back then in every way.
Still, it was at least written by Du Anmin. After reading for a while, Li Dong signaled Chen Ke to put it aside.
Ma Lian, however, had no such reservations. Closing her eyes, she cleared her mind and let Shen Xi take control... She lacked the restraint of a typical noble lady. In this boudoir, she could freely express her truest feelings, which was precisely why Shen Xi admired her.
Mysteriously pondering, he paced back and forth before the guards, one arm crossed over his chest, the other hand supporting his chin, his demeanor carrying a certain gravity.